My husband surprised me one day with two large stone balls for the front garden. He had to have two men help him place them. I just loved them peeking out of the salvias near the sidewalk. Our neighbors would walk up the hill and take a rest, letting their kids sit on top of the balls. This is a story of how the balls wound up hidden in our backyard.

It's so true - what goes around, comes around, and here's the perfect example. Poor kid though; not only does his car get dinged by the runaway ball, but has a tree fall on it too - and has a dad like his too. Can you imagine the long diatribe that must have happened?

The son actually walks by occasionally, smiles, and says hi....and so I do too. He was a kid when he rolled the first ball, so that's all forgiven. He can't be responsible for his dad's temper....and he already paid dearly, losing his car to bad Karma! I don't necessarily feel that way about his dad, tho .....